From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Chapter 126 is fine, but I want to live.

"Who goes there?!"

The man came to his senses and suddenly realized that he had unknowingly appeared on the edge of the rooftop. If he took one more step forward, he would fall from the building, which was dozens of meters high.

Holy crap!

He gasped in surprise, turned around in a fluster and fell to the ground. He was about to curse when he looked up and saw a familiar figure.

"You, you are!"

The man stared wide-eyed, his face filled with shock, at the tall man in front of him who was completely shrouded in a black cloak.

Superman?!

He couldn't believe he'd actually met Superman here!

The man had only heard about it from his son before, but unfortunately his son was still in a coma.

He would probably be very happy if he could see his idol in person.

"You seem to be in trouble."

Although Ye Xiao's voice was deep, it gave men a strange sense of security.

"Yes, sir."

The man swallowed hard, his face contorted with bitterness. "My son has always loved you, but he has leukemia. I wish he could see you too."

"It's okay, don't give up, everything will be alright."

"Give this to him to eat."

The man suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up but didn't see Ye Xiao. Instead, he found a seed emitting white light in his hand.

What is this?

The man was both confused and excited.

Does that mean we should just feed this to the child?

But is that really possible?

"Hey, Carter, what are you doing up there?"

A relative from the next ward happened to pass by and saw Carter kneeling on the ground, seemingly disoriented, and couldn't help but feel worried.

"It's nothing, Jimmy."

Carter calmly uttered these incredible words.

"I just ran into Superman here."

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"Huh? Are you crazy? Or are you under too much pressure?"

"No, it's the real Superman!"

"So which one are you referring to? Kirk Allin, Christopher Reeve, or David Collensway?"

"Damn it, he's our Seattle Superman."

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WTF?

Carter ignored Jimmy, clenched his fists, and quickly returned to the ward.

"I'm sorry, child, it's my fault for making you suffer so much."

Carter sadly stroked his son's face, feeling that if it didn't work, he wouldn't have much of a life left to live.

He had made a decision when he was desperate.

Since modern medicine can't save his child, he can only rely on theology!

"Carter, are you crazy? What is that thing?"

Jimmy, who had been following closely behind him, said nervously, "Don't do anything rash! Listen to me, Carter, everything will be alright."

"Shut up, Jimmy, I've run out of options."

Carter carefully picked up the seed and nervously put it into his son's mouth.

To be honest, he himself couldn't believe it.

But what other choice does he have now?

Carter was willing to sell his life, but unfortunately, even the money he received to buy his life wasn't enough to save his son.

The seed seemed to melt and vanish the moment it touched his son's lips.

Carter stared nervously at his son, fearing something might happen.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly noticed that his son's fingers seemed to twitch.

Good heavens, is this not an illusion?

Carter's eyes widened, and he quickly asked, "Chris, Chris, are you alright?"

"Hmm, Dad?"

Chris slowly opened his eyes, a faint look of confusion appearing in his azure eyes.

"Oh my god, that's wonderful! Child, you're finally awake!"

Carter was so stunned by the miracle before him that he was speechless.

The tall man hugged his son tightly and collapsed onto the hospital bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

The grievances in my heart vanished instantly, turning into a surge of joy and tears.

However, Carter's emotional cries quickly attracted the attention of patients in other wards.

WTF?!

Jimmy, who had been following behind him, was also speechless with surprise.

He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

Jimmy knew Chris's situation, of course: late-stage leukemia, incurable, and practically waiting to die.

However, after being in a coma for several days, he woke up just like that?

Wait, could it be that what Carter said is true?

Did he really just encounter Superman?!

"What on earth happened?"

"I don't know, but Carter's son seems to have woken up!"

"Damn it, how is this possible? His son isn't—"

"WTF! How did they even do that?!"

The on-duty doctors, nurses, other patients and their families rushed over and crowded the ward.

The doctor who had just issued the critical condition notice changed his expression drastically as soon as he entered the room.

He saw Chris sitting on the bed, even turning his head to look at him.

Looking directly into those bright, clear blue eyes, the doctor felt as if a corner of the cognitive wall he had built up over the decades of hard work had collapsed.

"Get out of the way, let me check!"

The doctor stepped forward, trembling, and began to touch and listen.

Although no further examination was conducted, it was almost impossible to see anything unusual about Chris with the naked eye.

"Carter, get a checkup."

"But sir, I have no money left."

"Please, Carter, I'll pay for the checkup!"

The doctor's eyes were almost red; all he wanted to do was figure out what was wrong with Chris.

"Alright then, but you have to promise not to hurt Chris."

"Don't worry, our college would never do such a thing."

The doctor quickly wrote out the test order, then asked, "Carter, did you do anything to Chris just now?"

When this was brought up, Carter suddenly froze, unsure whether he should say it or not.

But just as he was struggling with this, Jimmy suddenly shouted.

"It was Superman! Seattle Superman helped him!"

"What?!"

"Jimmy, are you crazy?"

"Don't talk nonsense, how could Superman possibly be here!"

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"Yeah, he might not even help us."

Just as everyone was making a fuss, Carter suddenly spoke up: "He's right, it was that Superman who saved my child."

WTF?

"He gave me a seed, and I tried to take a gamble by feeding it to Chris, and then he woke up."

Upon hearing this, the entire ward fell into a deathly silence.

The people hospitalized here are mostly suffering from incurable diseases.

Now, a living example is right in front of them, how could they not be surprised?

"Carter! Damn it, tell me right now, how did you run into him!"

"Please, Carter, Ashley is very sick too. Please have pity on us!"

For a moment, the patients began to plead.

But Carter was at a loss; he didn't know how he had just encountered this situation.

"It was very sudden; it was as if that gentleman appeared out of nowhere and then disappeared just as suddenly."

Carter quickly explained.

But before he could finish speaking, everyone heard a commotion coming from the floor below.

"My God! Praise Superman! He's our god!"

"That's wonderful! Father, you're finally awake!"

"Damn it, what else is there to say! From now on, if anyone dares to slander him, I'll fight them to the death!"

The FBI's work station in Seattle.

"Damn it, this is all the intelligence you've gathered?"

Dennis tossed the materials onto the table and looked at the trembling senior agents in front of him with a gaze that seemed to regard them as idiots.

These agents were all veterans under his command, and they all kept their heads down, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Open your eyes and look! What kind of garbage have you collected?"

What does it mean that "Seattle Superman is suspected of curing hundreds of critically ill patients"?

What does it mean to be called "Seattle Superman" heroically rescuing people at disaster scenes such as fires?

"Are you guys Channel 7 reporters? Do you even need to collect this kind of information?"

Dennis, slamming his hand on the table, angrily demanded, "Do you guys want to apply for some kind of honor for Seattle Superman?"

"Excuse me, sir."

One of his men said, forcing a smile, "But that man is so elusive. We've practically filled Seattle with lookouts, but we haven't found a trace of him."

"He seemed to appear out of thin air; even those who claimed to have seen him once didn't know how he appeared."

Upon hearing this, Dennis pondered for a moment, then tapped the table and said, "Alright, let's not talk about him then. How's the investigation on the Yellow-Clad Lord of Hai going?"

"Reporting to the director, based on the clues left at the scene, we initially suspect that the man in yellow is probably connected to the line between Ozeki Tomoaki and Rocky."

A thin Ukrainian agent stepped forward to explain, "They are all related to human experimentation, and many similarities have been found at the scene. We are conducting tests and comparisons at the University of Washington."

Finally, we have a clue.

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Dennis couldn't help but feel a little gratified.

At least there has been some progress.

"By the way, how's the surveillance on Hai Zouxiao going?"

"No abnormalities found."

The detective shook his head: "He's been the same as before lately, either going to school, helping Ms. Louise, or going back to the community to do charity work."

"What? He's doing charity work too?"

Upon hearing this, Dennis suddenly felt something was amiss.

The underlings clearly understood what he meant and quickly explained, "Sir, this is probably just a coincidence. The local residents all know that Zou Xiao has been doing good deeds in Hengdi, and the Central Asian immigrants support him very much."

"I see—"

Dennis couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

It seems it really was just a coincidence.

However, upon closer reflection, he realized that this was actually a better approach.

How could such a powerful and benevolent superhero be one of those Asians?

They are not worthy of it.

Late at night, in the luxurious restaurant of the Four Seasons Hotel Seattle.

Popular chef Collins is enthusiastically introducing Imai's ingredients to the guests.

"This is Dungeness crab from Puget Sound, best enjoyed in winter."

"In addition to the oysters, we have also prepared plump and large Pacific oysters, as well as Pacific salmon, a specialty of Hengdi."

Collins is highly skilled, has a great demeanor, and is eloquent. He always brings a lot of emotional value to his customers, which has earned him a lot of popularity.

However, before Imai could finish his introduction, an uninvited guest suddenly interrupted him.

"Chef, don't you have your signature pan-fried lamb liver on the donburi today?"

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Collins paused, his expression suddenly turning ugly. He turned his head away angrily, but when he saw the other person's gentle smile, Collins was stunned.

"Professor Charlie, what brings you here?"

"It's nothing, I just came to take care of some business and visit some old friends."

"I see, please come in."

The other guests had no idea who this Professor Charlie was, that Collins had invited him into the restaurant.

"Really, pan-fried lamb liver, I haven't heard that phrase in years."

Collins led Charlie to a small room inside the house, which contained only an ordinary wooden table and a chair.

He personally set the table for Charlie and poured him some fine Utah red wine. "To be honest, at first I thought you were here to arrest me."

"Hmph, if you get caught, where will I ever get to eat such delicious food again?"

"Don't worry, Professor, you've come at the perfect time. I just finished cleaning this afternoon and found a very fresh lamb liver."

"Please wait a moment, it will be served to you shortly."

Charlie nodded with satisfaction.

He and Collins met fifteen years ago in Utah.

Back then, Professor Charlie needed a group of young experimental subjects for his experiments, and he happened to meet Collins, who was good at interpersonal relationships.

That was a wonderful time.

"Rare lamb liver, I haven't made this dish for anyone in a long time, please try it."

On the plate Collins served, the crispy, caramelized liver emitted an enticing aroma.

Professor Charlie carefully cut a small piece and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes to chew and savor the sensation.

"That's wonderful, you're still as excellent as you were back then."

"Hey, I'm getting old. It's not so easy to get ingredients these days."

Professor Charlie casually picked up the porcelain wine glass, took a sip, and suddenly looked up at Collins.

"Can you still swing the paddle?"

"Oh? I haven't killed anyone in many years."

Collins blinked and chuckled, "Who does the professor want to kill?"

"An international student in Seattle."

Professor Charlie gave a dangerous smile: "I sent two of my students to capture him a couple of days ago, and one died and the other was injured. He's a dangerous fellow."

"Even your men failed?"

Collins roughly understood why Professor Charlie had come to see him, and at the same time, a bit of curiosity arose within him.

The guy who can make a professor lose his temper sounds quite interesting.

"Collins, have you ever heard of this guy named Zou Xiao?"

"Zou, Xiao?"

Collins paused for a moment, then quickly realized: "Is he a big shot at the Nahai Police Department? I heard he used to be a prostitute, but then he hooked up with the actress's daughter and had someone erase those things."

Huh?

I never would have guessed this kid was so capable.

Professor Charlie, also a medical student, naturally knew what the identity of a corpse collector represented.

Moreover, he never expected that Zou Xiao would actually hook up with the actress's daughter and successfully clean up his act.

No wonder Jasmine and Maurice failed.

They were indeed a bit naive in the face of such a guy.

"Can you handle that?"

Professor Charlie cut off another piece of lamb liver and asked as he ate.

"That's a bit tricky."

Collins leaned against the bar, deep in thought.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Professor Charlie thought he was going to refuse.

However, Collins suddenly spoke up.

"You'll have to pay more."

"No problem, but I want it alive."

"Then we'll have to add even more."

Professor Charlie stared helplessly at the murderous scoundrel in front of him.

Collins is a good person in every way, except that he likes killing and eating people too much, and he is too greedy.